His thing for cheerleader uniforms

I'm not sure if this belongs in the relationship, fetish, strange, rant, or sex category, but I'm 33 and started dating again after being divorced for a couple of years. I don't have kids to complicate anything, so finding time to date has been pretty easy.

I've become friends with a new guy in my department at work. He's part-time, as he's also going to college as a grad student, but he's 25 and smart, attractive, and what little age difference there is between us doesn't bother me, as he's pretty mature. He's not a mama's boy, which I appreciate. When he graduates later this year he's going to land a new job in his specialty (forensic science), so he won't be working for us anymore.

I was surprised when he was flirty with me and asked me out. Up to now, I had been just hooking up with male friends when I needed to get laid, but I wasn't really looking for a serious relationship. It was a surprise. We went on a few dates and took it a little slow at first. We didn't fuck until the fourth date. That night he stayed over and we had a romantic dinner, watched a movie, and then went to the bedroom. I was changing and had my closet open. He noticed that I had a cheerleader outfit in my closet, and I told him it was from my high school days.

I don't know why I've kept my cheerleader outfit all of these years, but it is just something sentimental, I guess. This was when it got weird. He wanted me to put it on. I've actually stayed fit all of these years, so I actually could wear it, but it was odd to be asked to do so. He said he wanted to fuck me in my cheer outfit. I placated him and put it on for the first time in years.

Holy shit, he turned into an animal. It was totally a Jekyll and Hyde transformation. He grabbed me, tossed me on the bed, flipped me over, took down my cheer panties, and fucked me like I've never been fucked before. It was not lovemaking, just pure, raw, wild fucking. I'm not saying that I didn't like it, but I expected maybe a kiss or something or some foreplay. No, he was lit like a candle to get some cheerleader pussy. It was odd. I got manhandled, flipped around like a rag doll, and pummeled by his hard cock, which was not small, btw.

He then said he wanted me to call him "Daddy" and shit. I was getting a little creeped out at that point, but I did. He had two orgasms in about fifteen minutes and never needed to really recover, as he barely got soft. And he pounded me into oblivion for a third orgasm by another thirty minutes later. I was also coming my brains out just from the pure pounding and getting worked over like I couldn't imagine.

He was done at that point--and I was WAY done at that point--and he returned to being his normal, sweet self again. We slept together that night and the next morning he wanted more pussy again, which I was fine with, but he asked me to put on my cheerleader outfit again. I couldn't believe it. I said no, and he looked disappointed. I made sure we made love soft and sweet this time, but he really wanted me to wear that outfit again.

I've never quite met a guy like this before. I know guys have kinks, but this one blindsided me a bit. I'm not sure if I can date a guy like that long-term. He really is a sweet guy, but that cheerleader thing is odd.

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